As my friends and family know, even though I now live closer to all my work/s, I still spend a lot of time behind the wheel. I've finally crossed the threshold, too. I used to be fairly mellow about bad drivers. But there is so much carnage out there, and I've seen so many horrible accidents, that I think I'll be publically revealing all those who I am able to identify here in this very public forum. The online "bad driver" reporting sites either a) ask for payment to register; or b) seem dead or defunct. They were probably sued or threatened with lawsuits. I'm sure crank false reporters paid a role, too.
This one isn't false. And if you're involved with the CHP or other law enforcement in downtown LA - I've got a "special friend" for you. This lady needs a boot put on the wheel of her trashy van ASAP. It will be a community service.
Here's the official "bad driver" report I made:
Make of Vehicle Toyota
Model Year 99 or 00
Color of Vehicle White
License Number 4KYB651
Registration Prov/State CA
Street of Occurance Bixel
Cross Street Onramp to 110-S
Direction of Travel South
City or Town Los Angeles
State or Province CA
Day of Alleged Offense Wednesday
Date of Alleged Offense 01
Month of Alleged Offense Apr
Year of Alleged Offense 09
Hour of Offense 05
Minute of Offense 35
AM or PM PM
OK, this is the story. I usually get on the freeway to go home on the Bixel onramp to the 110 South, which quickly leads to the I-10 West, with no lane-changing. Bixel is often backed up far beyond Wilshire - to Sixth and even sometimes farther than that. However, unless it's super horrible, it isn't much of a timesaver when heading West as far as I need to go to take any of the city streets over, since it's a bear to get away from Wilshire and the 110 in ANY direction at rush hour.
First, as I told my students to great humor this a.m., I've noticed that the cup beggars around these on and offramps have been recycling their signs among themselves. I've seen at least four different guys with the same "Homeless VeTeran Need Help" sign, with the T in the form of a large cross (subtle, guys - real subtle). I was first disturbed when I noticed this one no longer held by a plausibly grizzled "vet" type, but rather by a tall, thin blond fellow who resembled Tom Petty, wearing snow-white, neatly laundered and creased jeans and a gray Ralph Lauren shirt. There's another whole set who've staked out the corner of 8th and Francisco (I think) 3-4 blocks away. These guys share an "I'm hungry and need food now" sign. When it was super cold and rainy, I saw the 30-something strung-out junkie there and I rolled down my window and gave him a $5. He looked super bedraggled and he was genuinely-ill. Now the weather is better and he's still hanging around and has brought a few of his pals around, like "Bennie" did with Imhotep in The Mummy. This morning, he was cursing out one of the bicycle cops and stating he had been on the corner for three hours straight and "hadn't made a thing." WELL I WONDER WHY!
Anyway, this Bixel onramp has been getting worse and worse in terms of people not obeying the traffic signals. It's a "don't block the box" intersection, and since it's L.A., there are always dingbats who "block the box" because they are SOOOOO SPEEECIIIAAALLL. Yesterday afternoon, traffic was fairly light, but I noticed a large truck speeding by those of us in the actual LANE on the right and totally illegally rushing through the intersection to force himself onto the two-lane onramp.
This used to happen every once in a while. Tonight, there was an entire phalanx of them, from some Middle-Eastern chap in a red Camaro to three ginormous 4x4 trucks. I noticed people on the left side of the onramp doing the same thing, so that it became four "Mexico City" lanes instead of two. Pardon my implication, but you are DARN TOOTIN that the primary offender looked like ah, oh, gee, what's the word - undocumented "worker". Let me repeat that and put it in quotes: "illegal alien".
After these trucks and all this, I started thinking maybe they should station a motorcycle officer there and ticket people. As I was thinking this, I was on the onramp, and I looked to my right, and a fourth vehicle, seemingly out of nowhere and against the light, was attempting not only to "create" another lane where none existed, but to force its way ahead of me.
I am my father's daughter, and uttered some oaths, and crept forward so that this WHITE 1999 or 2000 TOYOTA PREVIA, CA License 4KYB651 would not be the fourth illegal vehicle to force its way in front of me and the other lawful drivers on the right lane of this two-lane onramp. With some glee, I noticed that her crude attempt was very unsuccessful and she actually entered the freeway several cars behind me because nobody would let her in. However, while uttering the imprecations and making - a - gee, did I make a "gesture"? Why, yes I did, when I looked over and saw her no-chin face jabbering into a cell phone slapped against the side of her head.
So all you need to do to properly go onto the 10 West from this place is stay in the same lane as you entered. That's what I did, until I noticed the WHITE 1999 or 2000 TOYOTA PREVIA, CA License 4KYB651 encroaching once again on my car on the right side, in the "exit only" lane meant for Olympic Blvd. Yes, once again, the driver was jabbering out of her weak, chinless face on the cell phone and trying to do whatever she pleased in horrendous traffic, creating a lane and passing on the right-hand side, then forcing her way in front of others by using "amazing strength and size" of her crappy Toyota van.
After uttering a couple more oaths and saying aloud, "No way!" I and the others legally in my lane did the right thing, and whizzed past her, legitimately in our lane, forcing her to hang out for a bit in the car trap in the "exit only" area.
At an end, right.
Au contraire. As I stay in my planned lane headed west on the 10, I see the van whiz by me on the far right ONCE AGAIN. That's right, for the third time, she was using an exit only lane on the far right to advance past other cars. By this point, I was trying to figure out the license plate and got the first four letters and numbers. I then see the van change lanes to the left unsafely, and - five or six cars in front of me in this "everyone jockeys" area where the 110 and the 10 are merging, with complex lanes and ins and outs - everybody screeches to a halt and I see tire smoke. Just as I was dialing 9-1-1 to report this individual who really needs to be featured on John & Ken, my friend called. I was explaining the situation to him, and had just gotten to the point where I was telling him she almost caused a wreck, and wishing I could have gotten a better look at her license plate.
But luck was on my side. There she was again -- passing on the right again. I carefully stayed in the right lane to get a good look at her, and sure enough, her plans were foiled and her lane ground to a halt while my lane to the left was moving faster. I had only a short time to relay the plate to my friend, which I did, so he could write it down. You guessed it - she was still yapping on the cell phone as she finally left the freeway at Arlington Ave. She probably hit some kid on his bike, and then drove away. I bet she'll say her husband was driving the car - or tell it to her "interpreter" then sue the kid's family for inconveniencing her day.